Ben Jian wants to take a bath

100 years ago, His Royal Highness Shenzi was still a palm-sized pink and delicate white lotus, and 100 years later, His Royal Highness Shenzi has become the master of the holy pool.

A huge white lotus with a body length of 600 meters!

He succeeded in transforming more than ten years after he was born. At that time, when he transformed, he looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

His Majesty the God King felt his eyes go dark at that time, and he held his heart for a long time but couldn't react—what about my babbling, chubby carrot-headed child!

However, although the child has grown up, he is still his own son. No matter how regretful His Majesty the God King is, he can only grit his teeth to swallow the unwillingness in his heart, and patiently teach him.

It is worth mentioning that Cang Yu's barrier is only four or five meters in diameter because it envelops the son of God, but as the lotus grows, the barrier expands little by little, and has covered the entire The huge holy pool was completely covered, but that barrier never broke, it just gradually weakened over a hundred years.

Bai Mu also went to Extreme Sword Pavilion because he couldn't wait, but there was no result. The elder in charge of Extreme Sword Pavilion told him that their sword master hadn't been contacted for a long time, and they were also anxious.

With no other choice, Bai Mu had no choice but to give up, and started staring at his son all day long through a barrier.

Fortunately, Shenglian is not ordinary, he is born with inheritance memory, many things about the six realms can be understood without his explanation, and there are many exercises for him to study without incident, although he can't get out of the enchantment, it is just a good time to calm down , practicing with peace of mind without distractions.

In this way, it happened that by accident, she cultivated an exquisite and pure heart.

In the enchantment of the holy pool at this moment, there is a man in white holding a long sword and concentrating on practicing sword.

That was a very special person.

His complexion is handsome and exquisite, his temperament is noble and cold, he is dressed in snow-colored white clothes, pure white and flawless, his waist-length hair is as pure as snow, including those beautiful eyes, which are also light silver-white in color, the whole person feels very plain, When dancing the sword, the white clothes fluttered up with the white hair, and the skirts of the clothes fluttered, bringing a fairy light scattered around the body, and there was a sense of solitary, cold, sacred and inviolable dignity.

It's just the sword in his hand, but it has completely different styles from him.

It was a rusty sword. It was so rusted that the entire blade could not see its original appearance. The wine-red rust covered the entire blade, and there was an unpleasant smell when it was swung. It is not as good as scrap iron from the world. It is an eyesore to hold it in the hands of such a pure and clean person.

I don't know how many times Bai Mu wanted to throw that waste sword into the sword hut and recast it, but there was no other sword in the holy pool for Shen Zi to practice the sword, and he couldn't destroy the enchanted sword. Send it in, I can only bear it.

Of course, the most important reason is that someone doesn't want to.

After practicing the sword once a day, Bai Zhuolian slowly retracted the sword, and sat down on a blue lotus leaf stretching on the water, all her eyes fell on the long sword in her hand, and there was a deep attachment in her eyes. Affection.

Ever since he became sane, he has noticed the sword stuck in the pool under his body. For some reason, as soon as he feels its existence, he feels very peaceful in his heart.

It seems that this sword is very important in his heart.

It was so important that the first thing he did after he took shape was to plunge into the pool under Bai Mu's amazed eyes, and held the rusty long sword in his arms with great effort. , just like a child holding a beloved toy, and has never let go since then.

Bai Mu was disgusted at that time, "My son threw it away, and my father will make you the best sword, it is not worthy of you."

Even to prove how ugly this sword is, he took many beautiful long swords and hung them outside the barrier for him to pick one by one.

Bai Zhuolian blinked a pair of shallow eyes, and after looking at them one by one, he said seriously: "Can my father send them in?"

Bai Mu choked at that moment, "...not for now, but after I break the barrier, you can choose whatever sword you want."

Bai Zhuolian hugged her rusty sword and said: "But my sword can come in, so it is my sword."

Bai Mu was very angry, "But it's a rusty sword, so ugly!"

Bai Zhuolian said: "The rusty sword can be held, but I can't hold other swords."

One sentence left Bai Mu speechless.

No matter how good a sword is, what good is it if you can't hold it?

No matter how bad the sword is, as long as it can be held, what is there to fear?

Bai Zhuolian has never left the holy pool for a hundred years, and has no experience of training. His mind is pure and exquisite. He is just a pure and innocent heart. He has his own understanding of the world.

Just like the rusty long sword in front of you.

Even if it's ugly, even if it smells bad, but since it's confirmed, he will never abandon it.

Of course, the rust on it will not be abandoned.

That's right, His Highness Shenzi didn't even think about taking a bath to remove the rust on this sword.

As far as he was concerned, the first time he saw the sword looked like this, then it would look like this, to derust it was to look down on it, he didn't dislike it at all, and of course he didn't think about derusting it.

Even if Bai Mu said that the sword was definitely not what it looked like in the first place, and that it was for its own good to remove the rust, he would not listen.

He thinks his father is cheating on him.

He is loyal to his sword, how could he change it so much because he dislikes its ugliness.

In that case, his sword will be sad.

He stretched out two fair and slender fingers, and gently stroked the rusty long sword. His cold voice was as translucent as jade, "Don't worry, no matter what outsiders say about you, I will never abandon you." .”

The rusty long sword lay quietly in his hand, as if he hadn't heard it, and fell asleep drunk as before.

The corners of Bai Zhuolian's lips twitched, revealing a faint smile.

Cool as a white lotus, sacred and pure.

At this time, he had no idea how the sword would angrily yell at him after it woke up:

"As my master, I have used it for 100 years, but I don't even take a bath!"